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Antius scowled as the Templar shot down his idea with typical Chantry adversity. Really, people did not make much coin as laborers. It was only the skilled craftsmen that made real coin and they would still be needed for construction. The laborers would be better off receiving an education. They could at least be taught how to read. Everyone deserved the chance to better themselves, Antius decided, not just work until their back gave out.

He tensed, however, as the Templar became suspicious, asking questions. One hand was on his staff and the other was on his sword. If the Templar sought to kill them, then he'd do what he can to at least keep Asmara alive. She was a Grey Warden and therefore more important than him with the Blight coming to ravage the land. He blinked in surprise, however, as she confessed that she was a Grey Warden and sought to spare him of any punishment. He smiled slightly. He knew he had a good feeling about her.

Antius had to admit that Bruce didn't immediately attack her or try to capture her. Instead, he simply asked what happened at Ostagar. Strange. Most Templars he met preferred the simplest solution. They rarely sought more than the minimum amount of knowledge. This Templar had impressed him slightly.

"She's already told me the tale," Antius told him, trying to ease her of the burden of reliving Ostagar again, "Teyrn Loghain was supposed to flank the Darkspawn when the Grey Wardens lit a beacon. He didn't, the King and his army were killed, and now the Teyrn's blaming the Wardens. That's about it, isn't it, Asmara?"